Tang Yuyan’s brow furrowed in confusion, just as she was pondering, a familiar voice came from a corner not far away.
"Gu Qiangwei is not dead at all! How dare you lie to me!?"
In the corner of the alley, Nangong Feifei’s angry voice rose up, glaring at Fu Yingying who was standing opposite her and growling in a low voice.
Fu Yingying lifted her head, and although she had left the clinic, her left cheek was still covered with gauze.
"How would I know she’s not dead?"
"How could you not know, didn’t you say you saw her rolling down the cliff with your own eyes?"
"I did indeed see her, along with the car, roll down the cliffside! A red Lamborghini, if you don’t believe me you can check, at that time Gu Qiangwei was in the car, she was trying to escape, and she was driving fast!"
Upon hearing this, Nangong Feifei paused for a moment.
She had indeed checked into this matter, Gu Qiangwei really had been knocked over with the car, but why hadn’t she died?
Staring at Fu Yingying in front of her, she hardened her face, "She’s not dead, so do you still wish her to die?"
She had caused her to lose everything, and now even her face was ruined, and she had consulted many cosmetic surgery hospitals, none of which were willing to perform reconstructive surgery on her as soon as they heard her name!
In other words, she would have to live out her days with her destroyed face.
"Then you’d better take care of your injuries for now, and when there’s a chance, I’ll notify you."
Fu Yingying looked up, "My face is ruined, and I’ve lost all sources of income."
The meaning of this statement was clear, and Nangong Feifei understood it well.
If she weren’t planning to use her to kill Gu Qiangwei, she wouldn’t bother with her demands!
Afterward, she took an envelope from her bag, "Here’s twenty thousand, take it for now!"
Fu Yingying took it without hesitation.
"Wait for my call, Qin Sijue has become more vigilant recently, arranging two bodyguards to protect Gu Qiangwei in secret, I’ll contact you when there’s an opportunity."
"Okay," Fu Yingying acknowledged with a sound.
Fu Yingying turned around and walked toward the other end of the alley.
And Tang Yuyan, who was leaning against the wall, had turned completely pale upon hearing this conversation.
Feifei still wanted to go after Qiangwei, even now? Does she not remember the poisonous oath she swore, that if she touched Qiangwei again, she’d have nowhere to bury her body?
When she got back home, Tang Yuyan’s face was still rather grave; she sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
The returning Nangong Mingchuan, seeing his wife’s distracted look, couldn’t help but ask softly, "What’s wrong?"
Not until her husband spoke did Tang Yuyan come back to her senses, and she turned her gaze to meet his dark eyes.
"What’s wrong?" There was an obvious oddness in her expression.
Tang Yuyan’s gaze lowered again, her expression contemplative.
"Did I have any relatives, friends, or siblings before?"
Hearing her speak of the time before she lost her memory again, Nangong Mingchuan furrowed his brow and said, "Yes, when I met you, your father’s company had been defrauded and went bankrupt. Unable to repay the enormous debts, he committed suicide by jumping off a building. Your mother... also fell ill and eventually passed away."
The Tang Family was also a reputable family in Jingcheng back in the day, brought to ruin and devastation by villains.
"Did my parents have any siblings?"
"No, because back then, you were homeless, without even a place to sleep." It was from that time that he and she had met and fallen in love.
"Then... did I have any friends with the surname Gu?" she suddenly asked.